Mrs. Holle Just Left the Building
Morph Words that will never be saidEchoes of a soulInevitable FateWhat needs to come to lightThe time has comeA costructive deconstructionRuinsRemainsLeftovers, what left is overWhat left behindUnloadingI am not who I was beforeWhere I was, before I come hereWhat never wasMy broken trust and my stubborn heartA hoveringAn exodus from the vertical axisA fallA recoveryThe…
The Dinner In the moment that society consumes everything at a fast pace, with less and less thinking and feeling, humans have become products. This cannibalistic dinner, is an allegory, about the form that human relationships have taken in the developed world.
(amvrosios gousgounis) ο λ(ο)υομενος – the bather installation I staged a brittle bather on a concrete beach that only exists in code.Nothing holds—yet it stands.
Nikos Branidis My contribution: a sound performance rehearsal, a garland garnishing that monster of a building, a reading of a poem, Heidegger’s eggs, written by Lennox Raphael, who I met in 2021 in an art festival in Copenhagen and one more of one my many own untitled poems. Two days and two nights in that…
Super Sport #02 is set in the abandoned ΧΡΩΠΕΙ factory close to Piraeus and is an art action made by a group of artists with no specific curatorial line or guidelines, other than the will to explore the potential of experimentation in this kind of environment, so common in the urban skin of Athens.
The room invites you with ample seating. Images are pasted over a history of graphical expressions: a panda, Norman Fell (again and again), lewd papayas, Don Knotts (too much, but why resist?), a monkey wearing a cowboy hat, chihuahuas, more lewd papayas, eggs, eggs, eggs (what a luxury!!). In the frame of a window: a…
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